Here is Riesling and Rolling Papers Lyrics by Fabolous @lyrics-video-music.blogspot.com

[fabolous]this is why they f-ck with me: right after the headi tell em i gotta leave cause i’m trying to stay sucker-freethey say i’m a dog, well that makes them a f-cking fleaand now i understand why their ass is so stuck on meluckily, i be feeling good in my bucket seatsthug motivation: my coupe cost a buck 03mind of a hockey player: you could suck a di’ma reach my goal and you ain’t gon take this puck from mecoco loso in my stanley cupyou could say whatever, just don’t bring the family upwho could f-ck with me? everybody hand be upbut when we set the date, bet these niggas stand me upi’m down to earth like gravity, but man we upwomen get around me and they cannot keep their panties upyour boy drop jewels, you niggas should ante upthis is food for thought, you bitches fill the pantry upas i get older, i be looking at what rap breeds:a bunch of tatted up niggas who can wrap weedand i ain’t saying i”m exactly what rap needsi’m just a swagged-out nigga in a rapidewith a 3-year old, that i’m trying to be here forroad to the riches, and my gift is my vehicleand i ain’t even talking about that aston martineven though i bought that for my birthdaythe lines i come up, they pass the marginyeah, i write my best shit on my worst dayand that’s the shit that gets you richerturn a negative into a positive: get the picture?people say i changed; it’s not me, it’s the moneyit’s the middle of the winter but they got me where it’s sunnyand i’m not just being funny, i know no other waylet’s just finish up this riesling and roll another j

[intro - fabolous]them niggas is talking babydon't mind them, they just talking..they know they can't fuck with me babyyou tell them like that bitch told scarface (what did she say?)"i don't fuck with the help"

[verse - fabolous]they say they out for dead presidents, never respect itfirst of all, ben franklin was never electedthat means him and big bills have never connectedthey just say it cause they think it sounds clever on recordssecondly, god's first should never be secondand if you living wrong, money can never correct iti'mma say it once then it's whoever direct ityou never get off on me, i'm never the exitall black everything in my black vit ain't a game, if it was, it'd be a black wiii'm on my a game, never on that b shityou on that b shit, you never gonna be shitthat's how i see shit, cause i am de shittrue story, like that hollywood e! shiti say f niggas cause i'm on some g shityeah, that red-and-green stripe double g shitthat was for my homie, just know i'm thinking of youi told him "stay on top so they can't get above you"he told me "i dig that," like a fuckin shovelwhy it take a nigga to go to jail to say he love you?we be killing them, boy we be killing them!damn.. we used to dream to have a millionnow the family get money like will and themaccounts rise like we filling them with heliummy baby girl got ass, it's no secret that itmake you look away and still be peeking at itshe said they come with painted-faces trying to clown on youhow they under you but try to talk down on youyou see, a rat is gonna be that and go for any cheddartell my bitch that i'm no good as if there's any better!but her loyalty keep her from them other boyslet em holla, she just gonna exist above the noise

[verse 1: fabolous]sometimes i amaze, sometimes i disappointsometimes i blow this paper like it's just a jointsometimes i look at change like it's just some coinslike shaq at the line, you prolly missed the pointit's perspective, which angle you looking from?when you take a chance, ever wonder who you took it from?i'm from brooklyn son, got no problem taking nothingso i figured i could take nothing and make it somethingtell 'em faking ass niggas they won't make it frontintell 'em girls lose they clothes and get to shaking somethinpurple weed, gold bottles now let's laker somethingcause y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though

[hook: fabolous]smoking on loudswagga to the maxbad bitches hollai just holla backmy money talks, i ain't even gotta tell 'emeven when i talk low, don't it sound like i'm yelling

[verse 2: fabolous]might be how i'm feeling mixed with what i'm drinkinggot me on some shit, that might be what the stink isyou might just be cool it might be what you thinkingit might be something in her eye but to me, she's winkinglisten before ya dumb ass say some stupid shitand have my dog laying on your house on some snoopy shitball player swag, that's what out the hoop and shittwo chicks that hanging with mr cooper shiteat with me if you hungry dawgbut then again how loyal is a hungry dawg?that's saying hunger make your dog eat you aliveyou either starve to death or you eat to survive

[hook: fabolous]smoking on loudswagga to the maxbad bitches hollai just holla backmy money talks, i ain't even gotta tell 'emeven when i talk low, don't it sound like i'm yelling

[verse 3: red cafe]shakedown on sleepi'm getting to the moneythe way i'm counting sheepi be counting moneylive from the roofempire statefinna burn this bitch downfind the next fire escapei'm high so nothing ain't farfetchedout in houston with my rocket no...fuck with that street fanfuck with that losocome to your city spend some tickets at the go-gogiving back to the hood be what i call itsmoke grand daddy kushi'm in orbitif they ain't with the family they weirdos

[hook: fabolous]smoking all outswagger to the maxbad bitches hollai just holla backmy money talks i ain't even gotta tell 'emeven when i talk low don't it sound like i'm yelling

Here is Real Life Fantasy Lyrics by Ja Rule @lyrics-video-music.blogspot.com

i'm a rockstar rick james mick jaggerbright light big stages bad habbitsget high got to prison and invade taxesthis is not what i invisonwhen i started rapping.f-ck the mansions, the pantoms, the sweets, the cabanasbeacuse none of that matters when the mirror shattersall i see is pieces of me scatteredis it a miracle or is it madness?because when i puts it all together it freflexs this,and this is meabout as you gonna get to insanity or geniusmy real life fantasy

is this my life or am i dreamingi can't lie i don't believe itiiiii... i don't believe itiiiii... is this my life

talking fantasies, they're more twistes then memoriesi never thought gotti would leave the game like d r enever thought shanti would ever stop reppin the team,and the f-ck is lloyd hooking up with the enemiesif this was 03 i would have told you,you was crazy if you told me this is what it would bei miss vita caddy black child charlie,i thought we were tighter then the marleys ... familybut i guess you can't be, in an industry theres nothing but envy,jealousy ... please nobody be friend me!nah, my real life fantasy

is this my life or am i dreamingi can't lie i don't believe itiiiii... i don't believe itiiiii... is this my life

Here is Somewhere Only We Know Lyrics by Glee Cast @lyrics-video-music.blogspot.com

i walked across an empty landi knew the pathway like the back of my handi felt the earth beneath my feetsat by the river and it made me completeoh simple thing where have you gone?i'm getting old and i need something to rely onso tell me when you're gonna let me ini'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin

i came across a fallen treei felt the branches of it looking at meis this the place we used to love?is this the place that i've been dreaming of?

oh simple thing where have you gone?i'm getting old and i need something to rely onso tell me when you're gonna let me ini'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin

and if you have a minute why don't we gotalk about it somewhere only we know?this could be the end of everythingso why don't we gosomewhere only we know?

oh simple thing where have you gone?i'm getting old and i need something to rely onso tell me when you're gonna let me ini'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin

and if you have a minute why don't we gotalk about it somewhere only we know?this could be the end of everythingso why don't we goso why don't we go

this could be the end of everythingso why don't we gosomewhere only we know?somewhere only we know

this could be the end of everything,so why don't we go,somewhere only we know,somewhere only we know,somewhere only we know

[intro - fabolous]i wanna be your number 1 fan, but from the stageknow it’s hard to see way up in the stands

i understand, but damn [x2]

wishing i could be that one man, but you juggleway too many of them with one hand

i understand, but damn [x2]

[verse 1 - fabolous]yea, slow down baby, let me be your yellow lightthe way we met was wrong, let me say hello rightyou need a mellow night, a break from this ghetto lifethe way i roll make them haters wanna yellow diceshe say what matters is that you keep them stilettos niceand when you slap this ass, it shake like jello, right?well alright, roll them cigarellos tighti nicknamed her bape chicken and yellow ricepretty brown skin, long blonde hairand she know they talking but she never gon’ carecause when you balling trash-talk is what you gon’ heari can’t imagine what a fall upon lebron’s earalways been the girl that didn’t have to wait in lineniggas buy her watches just for making timefake say “give it up” never had to askthey call her the stick up girl that never wore a maskbaby, ain’t you tired of life in this fast lane?packing luggage, rushing, trying to catch that last plane?there’s some dudes who take pride in trying to gas damesthe same dudes will see her and give they last namefunny how i became the apple of her eyethe game went south and i’m a rapper from nydon’t get me wrong: lil mama love “trap or die”but through it all she kept her watch on the dapper guyand fell in love with a 2009 verseshe said before we met, i fucked her in her mind firstwe crossed paths, a mixture of karma and lucki walked in strong, mentally palming my nutsi got em swarming and stuck, she calm in the cutyou know me? i can spot a swan from a duckmy approach? smoother than an armani tuxthe diamonds going off, like the alarm on a truckthe small talk, warming her up, she palming her cupshe told me that i make her laugh and i’m charming as fuckbut for now she had to go, the chat just quickly changedshe was chilling, now she leaving, i mean that was kinda strangeasked “can we meet again?” she said “that can be arranged”and i’m sure we both have phone numbers that can be exchangedwe did, she slid, that’d a be explainedbut for now she hopped into a platinum-colored range

[bridge]you need to slow down…(yes baby u need to slow down) [x2]slow down….you need to slow downyou need to slow… you need to slow… you need to slow downyou need to slow…baby for real you need to slow it on…slow it on down.

[verse 1: ludacris]death by lyrical injectioni kill you rappersa lot of green with a yellow complexionwomen call me the green bay packeri pack the zero’smeaning mucho deniroso paid, rappers is waitin’ on trades and they all get knicked like melohello, luda!tell theses other boys double up‘cause i got some work all on my waist but i call it a tummy tuckmy every records jumpin’, or playin’ double dutchi shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts

[verse 2: joe budden]let me tell this to the people not understandin’ my moxyanimal, watch meif you think it’s ?, stop mebut then i hit ‘em with a flow, that they can’t even copysee, we don’t play thatwhere i’m from it’s like fantasy hockeysup with the dog, thugs want a warbad jean, what you want to trade slugs with ‘em forwhile you cuffin’ em more, i’m stuffin’ the jawillegal for you to reworking kevin love on the board, dog?you and your skills ? on my squadi put you on a crash course in a smart cargoing speeding not relying on the brake padthe car you still drive on the race trackso you lying bout your feelings and the maybach?a ghost tail for the phantoms, face facts?we ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and paybackin the shape of a tatt, you done faded to blackgo…

[hook: claret jai]

[verse 3 - royce da 5'9'']i went from eating top ramen to being top rhymercheck full of commasno regrets except for the dramai remember a time when my only perfection was my mommamy mind in the wrong directionnow it’s time ya bow down in ?writ in my honour cause bitch i’m bonker, pluralin a whip with my ivanka, pompous? girlshe on e, feeling on me, singing on keywhile i’m bumping we are the worldgot a sniff from britney, no he didn’t did he“we run this town”no he didn’t did hei feel like tinting the glass,you take a sip with meshe from the city of jacksoni call her mississippi, that was pretty wittydemand like a black man tryna get re-electedhe aint get it, did he?

[hook: claret jai]

[joell ortiz]? to the pedalpedal to the floorjust whippin’ it through the ghettometal in the door, case i gotta throw some lead into ya, boyreferee mind state, i’m settling the scorei don’t know what ya’ll hating forwait, wait, know what, matter facti don’t know what you’re waiting fori aint finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers popi get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spotsee i was a little kid with his thumbs in his earsand his tongue in his ear going na-na-na-nah-naaarjust when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaareverything i speak is hotbut bont be mad at least everything you speak is…i can’t think of nothing nice to say, you’re not nice okay

[crooked i]rapper, hustler, entrepreneurmy shit fly like i’m launching manurelord of the underground, god of the sawon hennessy black, ? to the jawyeah i’m off the blockthis aint work, call me “i’m off the block”i’m a syllable, hannibal, killer cannibalwith a mechanical manual to deliver the flammable ammolyrical and i’m off the toprep that west till i walk with pacwe the 2.0 boys, quick fricken joe boysnew gold rolls royce, fall off the lotcock me, the only way you can stop mei’m top seed, i pop green at my speedso watch me, if you haven’t seen the phenomenomi speak fast as lamborghini’s in ramadan

[hook]

[outro]i suggest you shut it downpack your ‘ish and turn aroundbecause tonight, we run this townso let your feet, still swiftly hit the ground

Here is Keep It Movin Lyrics by 50 Cent @lyrics-video-music.blogspot.com

[50 cent - chorus]i’m in the club tryna get me some hoesor, i’m on the grind tryna get me some doughi hustle hard, niggas already knowi do what i gotta do and proceed to keep it movingholla at me if you’re ready to rolli aint gotta tell you i want you, you already knowi keep my eye on you, while you out on the floorgirl, you turn me on, watching you move to the music

[50 cent - verse 1]i’mma flash the cash you know i’ma get ityou wanna give me the ass, you know i’m with itthe flows so sick the way i spit itthe say its prolific, lets be specificcan i kick it, yes i canyou rocking with fifty fifty and timbalandwe are not the same nigga now understandi do what i want boy, you do what you can

everythings going according to plan, no morecause signing them all hand to handmy new hustle bring millions indamn what a difference between now and thenha ha, you see it, you really believe itwhen i done came up, and i aint changed upi’m in the house with the toaster yothings are going how they supposed to go

[chorus]

[50 cent - verse 2]this is what you been missingi’m back in position, i listentheres nobody better, you know i go hard for the cheddarthe drama i bring it, way, way better than i sing itgotta put in work to ring the bells, my name ringingit’s murder on the dancefloor when my songs onmy competition just sit on the type of shit i’m onwe keep it going, til it, til it, til it break of dawni aint the one that you should be fronting or faking onstunt if you want, my niggas will have your jacob oni’m so ghetto, they say i’m so guttai don’t dance, i be in the cut like “what up”you know my style, know me, everywhere i goi aint gotta say a word man, they already knowi’m a no-nonsense nigga that flowannoying conversation if it aint about doughbut if you tryna get it, i’m with iti’m all in? for sho.

[verse 1 -paul cain]damn mai love you like a liei get a rush from your touch, sort of like a highi used to adore your presence but now i’m like goodbyekept it a hundred with you..what give you the right to lie?we in two different spaces, and you done turned geminicompletely changed facesyou wouldn’t understand even if we trade placesyou’ll never find another me, face it!

[broadway]my life ain’t sweeti don’t know who told you that?my shoes, might want to tiptoe in thatwalk slow with thati’m the same, ain’t changedbut the hate where home is atgot me like damn, where my homies at?fuck it, it’s just mecan’t hold me backyou just can’t bite the hand that feeds youespecially when the hand’s illegali got you coldconsider it a lesson learnedi’m guessing it was just my turnto learn the hard wayyou can’t always trust the ones you love

[hook]oh yeah i think i remember youyeah ahhh probably notyou look so familiar too..but you just wouldn’t do this to mei know you just wouldn’t do this to menot you, i’m sorry, i must have you confused

[verse 2 - fabolous]you got to take the good with the badlove what you got, remember what you hadalways forgive but never forgetlearn from mistakes, but never regreti feel like it’s coming it just ain’t never done yetyou wanna take off, go head rev up the jetain’t gotta act like our paths should had never metlet’s be happy apart instead of together upseti got the least out of something i put the most intoit’s fucked up when assholes are who we toasting toyou remind me of somebody that i used to knowme and that other you, weren’t introduced beforeand i don’t like that bitchwe go from bellyi don’t like that shitwho’s gonna fill your spacethat’s still a caseben franks the only familiar faceget money

[hook]oh yeah i think i remember youyeah ahhh probably notyou look so familiar toobut you just wouldn’t do this to mei know you just wouldn’t do this to menot you, i’m sorry i must have you confusedcause that can’t be loveyou took advantage of a good thingand that ain’t a good thingtake it how you want

[verse 3]i guess she forgot how i used to hold herthe nights she was goin through itcrying on my shoulderand did a 360 it’s like she got colderi’m starting to regret all the things that i showed herbut i’m a ridershe used to be my rolleri guess the general just lost his best soldieri thought i felt some type of bond and got close to hershe mean to me morecuz ya boy a ghost to her

[hook]oh yeah i think i remember youyeah mmm ahhh probably notyou look so familiar toobut you just wouldn’t do this to mei know you just wouldn’t do this to menot you, i’m sorry i must have you confused

(verse 1- kid ink)i said i’m turned up, maxed outnew money, but i just pulled a stash outhuuuuh, couldn’t see me in a glass houseand my bitch way better than my last spousehey, so tell me what you wanna dobig bank take little bank,i’m chase and bitch you are wamui’m on some other shit, so can you please get off my stooli am the man up in this bitch, i do it big, give me my roomor i could give the business, but this right here is none of ya’llnobody could fuck with me, it must be the nun in ya’llwatch me throw it up, throw it up cuz i can’t stomach ya’lli’m bout to take your bitch nigga and this is how i cum in her

(verse 2- meek mill)diamond in my chain, whoopi goldberg, black as shitblack breitling all on my wrist, bitch i’m bernie mackin’ itget some geicko for that hoe, before it be an accidentcuz i be shitting on these niggas, like i took a laxativei bring a bitch down, like i break a brick downchopper with a drum, hoe 86 roundsi could make it rain and make a hater sit downand i ain’t trying to save no chick, i’m trying to make a bitch drownand i be swimming all in that money, diving all in that paperblack phantom with no tint, styling out on them hatersyour team vs my team, cavaliers vs. lakersi make a movie all on your bitch, scream free tip i take her

[nicki minaj]chimpanzee's is hatin' but i take it all in strideput her in a jungle with bananas on the sidetold you they'd revive your career but somebody liedi aint talking poultry when i say this chicken's fried

watch me move when i loose when i loose it hardget you off with the touch dancing in the darkyou notice what i'm wearin'i'm noticin' you starin'you know that i can take it to the next level babyhotter than the a-listnext one on my hit listbaby let me blow your mind tonight!

[chorus]

i can't take it take it take no morenever felt like felt like this beforec'mon get me get me on the floordj what you what you waitin' for...

[bridge]see the sunlightwe ain't stoppin'keep on dancing till the world endsif you feel it let it happenkeep on dancing till the world endskeep on dancing till the world endskeep on dancing till the world ends

woah oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh...

see the sunlightwe ain't stoppin'keep on dancing till the world endsif you feel it let it happenkeep on dancing till the world ends

Here is This Is Dedicated To You Lyrics by Warren G @lyrics-video-music.blogspot.com

[verse 1 - warren g]put it together from the start with the homiecouldn’t picture ever having to part with the homieand even though you’re still here in the fleshit’s different on the west, your voice is truly missedthe missing piece, i’m saying it ain’t the samenever leave you alone, praying for one more daywho these niggas come and get their hooks fromwhen they need their radio shit spun? nate number 1!a true artist indeed, you made your own laneall these albums we drop will never be the samewithout your voice on them. i’m thinking that’s the keychoked up, smoked out, riding to these melodiesreminiscing memories, on my way to visit you in therapyhoping god make it clear to me, on what the plan isthis dirty game is hella-scandlous, so this right hereis dedicated to nate

[hook]this is dedicated to youit’s really something specialmaking dreams come trueseems hard to figure outwhat this world is all aboutthis is dedicatedthis is dedicated to you

[verse 2 - warren g]from the dope spots, to popping on the chartsgrinding in the beach to make on the streetstouring overseas, submitting legacieswriting history with every song you singregulating the era, standing side-by-sideand we down for whatever, was the days of the pastnow i’m looking to the future likei don’t even wanna do music!but i gotta keep it crackinit’s a challenge when your homie’s talenthanging in the balance and life is such a tripi know the world is full of madnesslearning how to walk and talk again? i can’t imagine..what that rehabilitation is likewhen that doc said that you couldn’t sing on the micwhat the hell is going on? it’s been writing songs, hell no, that ain’t nate dogg!

[hook]this is dedicated to youit’s really something specialmaking dreams come trueseems hard to figure outwhat this world is all aboutthis is dedicatedthis is dedicated to you